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Mar 2015 · 380
Calendar Wishes (pt. 3)
Jenn Mar 2015
08.08.14: I look in the mirror and I see the fingerprints seared into my skin. I see all the things you called
| beautiful |
and see them as
ugly
tainted
and defiled.
Because you built up an image of me I never could see, when you left it came crashing down even lower than before.
Now I hate words like:
"I'm sorry",
"I love you",  &
"I won't leave".
Because you did everything you said you wouldn't.
You weren't sorry—you're dating someone else.
You don't love me—you lust me.
You left.
And now I've got a void called my heart that's filled with shattered pieces after you bulldozed through my life.
Thanks for the poison memories and toxic dreams.
Mar 2015 · 558
–Supported–
Jenn Mar 2015
I will never understand how
the biggest rose,
can be supported
by the smallest stem.

I will never understand how
the most beautiful things,
can be handled the roughest.

And I will never understand how
the hardest things to go through,
are the most valuable lessons to learn.


Love is not without a price.
Supported means your weight
is someone else burden.



I will never understand the letters
that tear my fingers to shreds
as I pull out the heart
you left on every tear stained page.


Love is pain.
Pain that you gain
in waves of regret
crashing upon banks of memories.



I will never understand how
the green in the grass
matches the green in my face
when the word 'love' comes to
grace the air with its presence.


Love is the crying in the corner,
and the hollow 'i love you's
that stream through the cracks,
at the bottoms of doors.



The bones of your past
are welded together
to make a beautiful disaster
of hopeful dreams upon the
wings of butterfly kisses.

Butterfly wishes
that move through the wind,
as a new found romance
reminds you the pains of your past.

And the broken shards that seep
through your freckles
are all out for the world to see,
but cover up,
where's the bb cream
no know can know
what the walls of my bedroom do.

The strains of my past
and the cracks in the gaps
between the letters of
'i love you'
that don't come without a price.

I will never understand
why the sun rises to kiss the treetops
and how the birds still sing
in the midst of a hurricane.
But I guess some things are meant to be misunderstood.
Feb 2015 · 1.1k
Text messages
Jenn Feb 2015
I wish I could be there with you
and wipe away your tears
and go pummel whoever made you cry
in the first place


and I wish I could help you
make your dreams come true so you
would believe that all you ever needed
to do was believe in yourself
so you could fly


and I wish that I could tell others
of how wonderful you are
even with all the scars of the past
and remind them that they have pain too
but not to let that get in the way
of the light your bring to the table


and I wish oh how I wish you knew
that you are loved and cared for
and designed for a greater purpose
than the bleakness in front of you now..
I hope one day you realize these things.
Jan 2015 · 378
Secrets
Jenn Jan 2015
Somehow we all learn
to hide our secrets.
No one has to teach us we just
Know that sharing means
retribution
condemnation
judgement

and abandonment.
So we keep it inside.
We know better than to share

But baby hear me,
when I say the only way
to forgiveness
healing

and freedom
is to share our secrets and
hold out hope that
the other person will
love you anyway.
I promise to love you no matter the burdens and baggage you bring to me.
Jan 2015 · 376
I'm sorry
Jenn Jan 2015
Sitting behind the pen and paper
looking at all the scribbled out words
and realizing nothing is making sense anyway.


I'm sorry
I've let you down again
I can't even bear look
at myself anymore
*I was supposed to be so much better
than this.
Jan 2015 · 724
So you want to know...
Jenn Jan 2015
So you want to know
what death looks like...
It looks like her,
Make-up done perfectly
Red lips that could ****
Nails black as dusk
Heels sharp as knives.

Death.
Looks like her eyes
Captivating.
Stunning. *Yet lifeless.
Jan 2015 · 420
Heartbreak
Jenn Jan 2015
Some will say that you're
"one heartbreak closer to
finding your soul mate",
but how many can you withstand
before the world no longer
teems with color and the
laughter no longer reaches your eyes.
How many times
can your heart sink and bleed
and you can still call yourself alive.
————————————————————
You're gonna make it out alright.
I know it doesn't seem that way
right now but I promise
I've been there and I got through it.
It hurt.
I cried.

A lot.
*But I got up, brushed off
fell some more, and made it through.
And I know you will too.
Jan 2015 · 404
The Life You Never Wanted
Jenn Jan 2015
You fight and fight. All you've ever done is fight. Fight for justice.
You are always pressured to be perfect.
To act perfect, look perfect, to be nice to everyone.
To obey everything your parents tell you.
To be a perfect example to your younger siblings.
To get straight A's, to be an excelling student.
To do community service, and help out at the church.
But no one ever thinks that all this has taken its toll on you.
It never crossed anyone's mind that you'd need a break too.
That you'll never be perfect. Not even close.
But no one cares enough to listen. Everyone is too wrapped up in themselves.
Because if you're not doing something they want then you're a failure and
you're causing everyone problems. If you mess up once,
they'll never let you live it down. They yell and scream and tell you
"You're just a worthless *******, who can't do anything right!!"
You're parents ground you, take away everything. You feel trapped.
Like a prisoner. All you long for is to get away.
Start over.
Find someone who understands, you don't have to be perfect. Find
someone who loves you, even when you mess up. You never wanted to hurt anyone,
you're just breaking under the pressure and stress. It's bringing out the worst in you and you hate that.
You hate that you can no longer plaster a smile on your face.
You hate that you don't have the patience for anyone anymore.
You hate that you're turning into a *****.
You wish things could go back to being simple. All the people you go to for comfort,
are only there for their own personal intentions. All the guys you talk to just try to hook up with you.
They can't see the girl inside that's dying. The girls you go to just use your problems as things to bring you down.
They spread rumors around about you, that aren't true. You lose any friends you thought you had.
You are slowly becoming frightfully alone. You don't know what's happening
but you just want it to stop. You want to stop all the hurt and pain.
You cry every night. Tears never ending.
Your face worn from the constant wiping of tears. You start to care less about how you look.
Care less about your grades. About your, so called, "friendships".
You care less about the role model you're supposed to be.
Your health gets worse, your body protesting
to the level of stress you're dealing with. You're in and out of doctors and hospitals,
no one knowing the cause. But you know. You've always known.
Its because people can't look past your flaws. That's all you are to the people around you,
a failure and a mistake. No one ever warns you
about how life and be so cruel. They tell you to
be yourself but people look down on you for doing so.
Never have you done anything to deserve this.
You only want the best for the people around you, and in turn they take your hospitality for granted.
They brush you aside. You don't let your pain show.
Why would you? They'd only use that against you too.
You slip into a depression. You know it's not going away any time soon. Because people won't stop. They aren't going to take it easy on you
cause "Life's not fair. So **** it up and deal!"
So you sit and cry when no ones watching.
You began to believe the things that were said about you.
"Worthless."
"Good for nothing."
"Ugly."
"Anorexic-looking."
"Disgusting."

And no one ever really tried to prove you wrong...
You've never known pain this intense.
You never wanted to know it but you had no choice
You had two good friends that saw everything and
were trying to help you but they were too late.
The pain was too deep for anyone to help now.
Jan 2015 · 957
Weaknesses
Jenn Jan 2015
I really hope you have trouble
keeping your mind focused on her, when you're taking her to our spot.
You never were one to show your darkness.
I never understood why.
I showed you everything about myself,
and you swore it wouldn't make you
love me any less.
Yet you still ended up walking away.

I really do hope you're happy someday
but I also hope that you miss me.
Fiercely.
Even when you're at your happiest,
you feel that pang of remorse.
Because then for once you would be
being honest with everyone
and you'd admit that
you have weakness.

*I'm your weakness.
Jan 2015 · 304
Leaves of Change
Jenn Jan 2015
I think the reason I love Autumn so much is that it's a time of change. The weather gets a little colder and the days get a little shorter. The scarves come out and so do the late nights with a cup if tea and a good book. And even though some curl up with their lover in front of the fire, I think this Autumn will be good for me.
Last Autumn things heated up between us then froze by the time the flowers thawed outside. No, some crisp air will do me some good. Time away from you, to clear my head like the trees who clear their leaves. This Autumn is for new beginnings and unknown discoveries.
I'm gonna be just fine.
Remember you walked away; and in turn your world won't be the same. Neither will mine and I'm okay with that. I'm not tiring to you as my air source anymore. I have the trees for that. I'm my turning to you to find security and serenity anymore. I have the fallen leaves for that.

Goodbye to you. Hello to my Autumn days.
Jan 2015 · 301
08.23.14 | 4:23am
Jenn Jan 2015
Even when you're not here, you manage to find a way to haunt me. Of course there just happens to be a guy here that looks just like you. I just want freedom from you. Freedom from the pain you caused. Freedom found in the grace and forgiveness of God, but I no longer feel worthy of it. I don't know how to let you go. I can't stop loving you. I don't know how to get out of your grip, but I do know if I stay here much longer it's going to **** me. I want to send you mini paragraphs so you know how much I hurt. So when you're laying with your new girl, you think twice before breaking her heart. I don't know where the line is anymore. When enough pain has been inflicted. Four year olds pout and ignore each other.
But is maturity just walking away or is it standing up for yourself?
All I know is the hurt.
Jan 2015 · 566
3am Musings
Jenn Jan 2015
I remember the first day
I saw him.
He sat curled around that teddy bear
like it was the love of his life.
Shy
blushing
intrigued...

All the thoughts my little thirteen year old
mind could harbor.

I remember building a bond
one unlike any other.
I'd never been able to open myself up.
Free myself
Not until he,
Not until he was­­–
is–
continues to be.

I remember the way he looked at me while
driving down the road, laughing at his sister's cat.
Innocent.
Both drunk on each other's company
Addicted.
Unwilling for change.

I remember listening.
Listening to you talk about the girl you hoped to marry.
Someday.
Feeling about how much pride I'd have in being a bridesmaid.
Telling you about my fear of being unloved–
unwanted–
uncherished–

But you.
You just hugged me
promised I would not fade away.

I remember we bloomed
flourished
intensified.
Our souls intertwining
passions flairing
Heated, red-faced argument.
The way you pulled me into you
lying together
my head on your heart
your arms around my lungs
peacefully existing.
Breathe in–
breathe out–
Breathe in–
breathe out–

together.
for what I hoped would be forever.

I remember the pain.
The kind that overwhelms your senses
the kind that demands to be felt.

I remember how everything stopped.
G O N E
Like someone had ripped out my lungs,
and then told me to take a deep breath.
The lungs you once held–
So carefully–
now had gaping holes in them
created by your absence
the undeniable thought that you were gone
and willingly gone.
I remember.


I know the peace.
I feel it every day.
In your absence I welcome the immense calm.
You made your choice.
And you will make one again...
All you have to say is
'Please?'
And I'm all yours.


With two souls like ours
We will always find a way to each other.

*Always
Jan 2015 · 279
March 3rd, 2013
Jenn Jan 2015
I know what I  have to do.
I just don't want to do it.
I don't want to cut off all ties to him.

I've known him for five years.
He's been in my life for five years.
He's been a hugely significant part of my life for five years.
But I know I have to.


*It's gonna hurt like hell.
Jan 2015 · 428
Calendar Wishes (pt. 2)
Jenn Jan 2015
07.01.14: Even in another country the image of you with her, haunts me. How could you? When you knew how guys have treated me in the past?

07.6.14: I think that as more and more time goes by without you giving a **** about me and all the **** that you're putting me through— I think I'm only still in love with the idea of who you portrayed yourself to be. You've told me yourself no one really knows who you are. So when it's 4:27am and you're alone in your bed thinking of the past, I hope you feel alone. I hope you understand that this time I didn't contribute to this war. I have just stayed where I was put while you continue to choose to run around taking your own bullets intended for me. I've gotten hit a few times but you're taking the blunt of it. This one isn't my fault and there's no way for you to pin it on me. You told me once that I needed to take the defense and let guys step up into the offense. **So step up.
Jan 2015 · 295
The To-do about Teachers
Jenn Jan 2015
you take all the joys out of writing and that's not something i appreciate. you tell us to think as a class however my mind is it's own. i don't think like everyone else. i don't want to. i don't need to pick apart way little detail. sometimes the beauty is in the simplistic. you say you listen to our concerns but you only take the advantage to ridicule and mock. i love to write and don't need you to tell me that i am no good. i know i'm no good. but that does not mean i will stop. writing has gotten me through so much pain in life and you aren't allowed to take that from me. i understand what you're trying to do however you've taken certain liberties that are just not okay.
Jan 2015 · 973
Pretending (pt. 1)
Jenn Jan 2015
He pretends not to love her
but every time he looks in the mirror
he sees everything he could've had with her

He pretends not to want her
but every time she says 'hi'
he whispers 'i miss you'
at his phone
but sends 'hey'

He pretends not to need her but hes slowly realizing the sweetness she brought to the air was the only thing he was ever willing to live for

He pretends not to remember her
but when he's crying in the shower,
his tears tell him otherwise

He pretends not to dream of her but when he wakes from night terrors and a sweaty brow, he realizes it's her absence haunting him

He pretends not to notice the flowers in his driveway that she planted
three years ago for his mother
and fights the urge to rip them from the ground

He pretends to shut her out but he knows he can never let her go without losing himself in the process
Jan 2015 · 280
The Letter He Never Sent
Jenn Jan 2015
But I wasn't drunk, and I didn't let her touch me. I was just lonely. You're so far away at times, and I mean that in all different ways. So what? She made me laugh. So what? We sounded happy? So what? You were so sure that what you saw was what was happening behind closed doors that my explanation and excuses meant nothing anymore. I was wrong in my decision. I was wrong to come home to her. I wouldn't forgive me either but you've punished me since. You've taken the only things I looked forward to away from me. You. Maybe we knew too much about each other. Maybe when we first met everything was safe and good because we were strangers. But I don't want to believe that. And you don't either. There isn't any amount of time or space or distance or words that will make this easier. I do love you. I knew when you almost let me die.
Anonymous
Jan 2015 · 319
Calendar Wishes (pt.1)
Jenn Jan 2015
04.4.14: I don’t need you

05.1.14: I don’t need you!

05.28.14: Three months in and I wish you would tell me why but I think that would **** me even more.
Jan 2015 · 636
Forbidden
Jenn Jan 2015
I just want one of those forbidden romances where you'll sneak out together and drive along a back road and listen to songs that tug your heart strings and sing at the top of your lungs. God, I want that so bad. I'm willing to wait for it, but ****. I've been waiting for too long.

No you don't. Because when it all comes crashing down all you have is a sea of memories and no one to tell them too because it was "forbidden" in the first place. You feel sick by looking at your body in the mirror. Their touches burned into your skin, the images seared on your mind. It's not glamorous. It's not tasting him in your cigarettes or empty beds in lovely little hotels. It's not rainy afternoons where the air wraps around you like he did or cups of coffee the color of his eyes. It's just a lot of shaking and crying and hyperventilating and blood. The words
i love you* will never come out the same. They leave you clutching at your chest and clamoring down the hall just for some air. They leave you empty. They twist around your body and cut off your blood circulation. Forbidden romance is a fine fantasy. But keep it there because it isn't reality and will never be able to exist. Save yourself the time and just read a book about it.

— The End —